Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.